08 May 2015 @ 05:24 am
"Recently, you've all been told that there is a traitor.

"So you should probably know what it was I did."

[She pauses, searching for the words while she lets that sink in for a heavy moment. One might note that her tones are different; she doesn't sound like her usual robotic self when she speaks. Quite the opposite, actually. Rey sounds almost like-human. In her own way, you could say that this her one big "fuck you" to Smiley. You think she wouldn't tell everyone? Well, now she is. Full disclosure. So there.]

"I entered the dark corridors shortly after the DUPRR crew had docked the ship. Before long it became apparent that the things infesting the hallways weren't approaching me with any hostility. Because they weren't attacking, I was able to reach the secondary shuttle bay more or less without much incident. During that trek I made an effort to avoid others, not knowing the extent of the compulsion and whether it would also drive me to harm anyone who stood in the way." [Well, it's mostly the truth she speaks. You're welcome, William.]

"All that remained was the DUPRR pilot, Neson. Needing his trust, I tricked him into coming with me by pretending to be a person who was trustworthy. It's something I've become rather good at, actually -- pretending to be someone else, much like how I am right now. Despite the fact that something wanted me to kill this man, I decided to will against it.

"It didn't work as intended.

"Instead, I took him to the White Room. I opened the door. And I led him through.

"He's likely still in there right now, where it's kept him."

[She stops, still dizzied from the jump. The more she speaks, the more hoarse her voice gets. She hasn't been using it that much lately, and it's clear from her shadowed eyes and worn features that she's been neglecting more than just sharing this information.]

"Apparently, doing this has-- 'stopped the clock', whatever that means.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
28 March 2015 @ 04:00 am
This is Raven Reyes, CEO. [ her words are quick, a little businesslike but mostly just concerned and ready to get shit done. ] I'm down in Engineering and I'm sticking around, so if you need help anywhere lit, odds are I'm the quickest rescue you've got.

Text, call, doesn't matter, just get in touch and tell me everything you can about where you are and what the hell's after you. The sooner, the better. I'm working with strategy, not firepower. If you wait too long, there's not much I can do.

[ end transmission. now she's just going to monitor like crazy and wait for the scared and the reckless to blow up her phone. ]
02 March 2015 @ 11:24 am
"People tend to believe in something, whether it's gods, a god, some sort of afterlife or nothing at all. Nothing can be something, can't it?

"In any case, the belief in the soul and that it goes somewhere after the body dies has surprisingly been a subject of interest these last few years. Is the soul a thing that is natural, and can it be created out of something that is unnatural?

"What happens to the vessel once it's no longer occupied by whatever makes you you?"

['You are a vessel. You are born to die.' Those were among the first words she's ever heard, and yet the connotation behind them are unsettling for her now.]

"Is there any place like a Heaven or a Hell for a thing that's not born but made by a person, or is it more likely that we just disappear entirely once the vessel dies?"

[Death had never been a scary prospect for her before. Not when she had something that she wanted to live and die for. She almost misses being empty, when she didn't have to worry about the things she would leave in the likely events of her eventual demise. Everything has an expiration date, after all.

[DEEP THOUGHTS coming from the lounge with booze.]
09 January 2015 @ 04:08 pm
recently a handful of us had made contact with an outside source - a certain lina barnez and joshua sachin. some of you may still be confused by their most recent attempt to communicate.

what we know is that they work on behalf of van rijn, who is supposedly the prime minister of alexandria and is behind the construction of this ship.

lina and joshua have been described as "bloodhounds" for the prime minister, who is undoubtedly looking to get back his ship. what this entails for us, we don't yet know.

have been on the tranquility since the first jump, and recall the events described in their transmission. a timeline of those events as we experienced them can be read upon in the welcome manual. can answer any further questions if you still have any.

for those of you who are unaware, the strela outpost was occupied by a population who appeared to have been in synch with each other. we later discovered that they assimilated people into what we know as a hivemind, and had attempted to round us up in efforts to become part of that assimilation. we managed to escape, but it would seem that some time after our departure the strela outpost has suffered an "accident" that had wiped out all of its inhabitants.

like the outpost, arima was a colony populated by living people at the time we were there. plenty of survivors had been left behind when we departed. however, lina and joshua insist that the people of the colony were all killed when they had been very much alive when we had left, but only after they had expressed hostility towards our crew - not much unlike the temperament we were met by the people of strela.

there's a possibility that these locations we have stopped at were affected because of the tranquility itself. at least, that's what the people working for van rijn seem to believe. whether or not that's true, can't say.

after all, don't believe everything they tell you.

am concerned that there may be a chance that whatever so-called "phenomena" that's affected the people we have previously encountered may be affecting us in some way as well.

and that's where we're at.


[ooc: Feel free to threadjack and discuss amongst each other in this post. I don't mind!]
07 January 2015 @ 05:27 pm
Boy, that was a close one! That gas formation was a clever trick.

Hello there.

I know I've already spoken to some of you—I had hoped to do this individually—but it appears we need to move things along more quickly than we'd realized. That ship of yours seems eager to shake us, and we simply can't let that happen.

My name is Lina Barnez. The rest of the team and I have been working on contacting the Tranquility for some time. Unfortunately, our tech isn't perfectly compatible with what you're running on. It hasn't been easy, but we're managing. I don't know how long we'll have.

We're here to help you, but in order to do that, we'll need you to help us. You've been through a lot on this ship: it's a miracle so many of you are still with us. We'd like to make sure you stay that way, but we can only do that if you're completely honest with us.

We know about the events on Strela, the Cyllene and Arima, as well as the Scylla. What happened to those poor people was not your fault, and you have my word that we have no plans to hold you responsible for those events.

But we need to work together to make sure it doesn't happen again. The more you tell us about what's been going on aboard the Tranquility, the more we can do.

[ NOTE: All conversations will be cut off before too long by the engines suddenly powering back up, and the jump alarm sounding to alert characters to proceed to medbay immediately. ]
26 November 2014 @ 06:47 pm
so if you see something that looks like mistletoe growing in the corner of your doorway
or elsewhere

DONT APPROACH IT especially with company
GET AWAY FROM IT or else set it on fire
carefully on fire
ill be along to take care of it later


[as part of the aftermath of space christmas, there may be some vicious mistletoe hanging around in certain doorways. some of it bites, and some of it growls, and some of it pursues you until you kiss the person you ran into on your way into the kitchen. classic wizard mistletoe prank gone slightly awry but also it's still funny. mistletoe began concentrated mostly on level 5, but it's spread itself upwards and downwards. and into the SEC offices. and elsewhere. feel free to say that you have been assaulted or do some threads of being assaulted in this post/your inboxes/useful log created for this purpose.]
19 September 2014 @ 01:33 am
Got two things to ask and one thing to offer. I'll try to make it short and sweet.

QUESTION 1: What destroyed or depopulated your version of Earth? Nukes, asteroids, zombies? If nothing did yet, what took the closest shot so far?

Same question if you're not from Earth - just swap out Earth for wherever you came from.

I'm not compiling a spreadsheet or anything. I guess it's just something I've wondered.

QUESTION 2: What are we even doing here? What's our destination? The purpose of the voyage? Who sent us, and why us? Maybe I missed something and by all means point me there if I did, but in less than a day, this ship sucks up more resources than the Ark could spare for a month.

I've been here for over a month now and I'm the first person I've seen ask anything like this so far. I want to think it's because we were up to our airholes in highly invasive nanotechnology. Or - like I said, maybe I missed the big 'who, what, where, and why' memo.

OFFER: I'm bored off my rocks, if you haven't picked up on that yet. I was a zero-G mech back on the Ark, and if that's not enough, I helped fix the thing that saved your asses pre-Jump. I can repair, rebuild, or build from scrap just about anything you can think of. So somebody give me a job before I start opening panels and improving whatever the hell's inside.

[ is she serious? she very well could be, so throw her a bone here, yeah? ]
01 August 2014 @ 12:54 am
[For once, his transmission isn't coming from the Gardens. Instead Netherlands is seated in one of the kitchens - a very, very pristine looking kitchen.]

Anyone needs help moving their shit down to the second level, I can, ah. Help.

[So eloquent. Whatever. He follows it up with a jab of his thumb to the background.]

If you move down here, don't fuck up the kitchen. Keep it clean.

[That said, he shifts in his seat and rattles off the rest, tapping on the table with each statement.]

Agriculture needs people, I've got weed and tobacco to trade, and - need to talk to someone who knows how to make clothes. Or knit. And uh. Got a football if anyone wants to play.

[The real sort of football, not the American kind.]
07 July 2014 @ 02:43 pm
[Lately, Rey's been spending most of her free time with a bottle. Being what she is, it takes a long time for the alcohol to affect her system. The sound of glass chinking together can be heard in the background as she's been stacking shotglasses into many leaning towers across the bar counters.

"Getting drunk should not be this much effort."

[It'll be jump time soon. You'd think that getting smashed is the last thing someone should be doing, but fuck the po-lice.]

"Been thinking..." [She stops, realizing that she's oddly sentimental after too much alcohol.] "'Thinking' -- was never supposed to think. Just follow orders. Do what is told. Am a vessel, 'born to die'."

[Glass chinks.]

"Died plenty of times. This is the final lifeline. My brother has faith. Believes in God and redemption. But he's like me. He simply didn't know for a long time."


[Then again, neither did she.

[She knows better. That thing she saw was not really her brother. Not really Orion. It looked and sounded like him, but it didn't act like him. Orion would never--

[Shotglasses tumble over, across the bar counter, some onto the floor. Rey mutters something else under her breath, but her words are indistinct.]
31 May 2014 @ 02:30 pm
anyone in the medical or scientific field knowledgeable in sensory altercations?

it's possible mine may have been tampered with again.

[Of course, the circumstances are much different this time. For one, the alterations having not been made by a man named Gregory but by the ship itself. But barring that in mind, it's a fair enough concern for Rey, with the only ones who have the know-how on how her non-human sensory works aren't currently present.]
12 January 2014 @ 02:37 pm

[So either this is a) VERY IMPORTANT TO BIGBY or b) this is his first post to the network and he still doesn't know what he's doing with his communicator. What on Earth in capslock. And maybe he should have chosen video or voice but -- well. He doesn't know how to switch over to either of those now.

This is going to be an awful learning process, isn't it. Be proud he even made an attempt.]
10 November 2013 @ 01:13 pm
"Judging by some of the numbers, it's been twenty-five jumps so far. Have lived on the Tranquility for over two years now."

[Rey stops and considers this. She's met a lot of people, and seen a lot of people go. In fact, she's not even sure how many of the 001's are left on the ship, and is reluctant to find out.

[Why am I here.]

"Suppose after that long, it would count as a residency here. Am also a century old now, evidently." [But hurr, what are birthdays? And does it even count when she doesn't know what month it currently is?] "Feels much longer after having so many people in my head."

[Unfortunately she isn't just talking about the empathy of other people, though.]
02 July 2013 @ 09:07 am
[Thankfully you can't see anything below bare shoulders this time, but here's Juliana, hair oddly perfect and a beatific smile on her face.]

After that... [SHUDDER.] terribly ominous happening--by the way, those of you who didn't tell me this place was horrible, shame on you--I have something much more important to discuss. It's been clear that none of you know what to do with a goddess in your midst. It's quite simple. Respect.

[She points at the viewer.] I can't watch every one of you, but I trust that you're all working hard for the good of everyone, aren't you?

[A smile, then she looks confused.] That wasn't my point. My point... My... point...

Oh, yes! My point. I'm told there are "hobos" aboard. I'd like to meet one, for comparative purposes. Assistance is appreciated. New experiences are wonderful, aren't they?

[ooc; I will be slow Friday through Sunday, but will try to intermittently tag back in the evenings.]
02 March 2013 @ 04:18 pm
[Today, LB is fully decked out in her Octopus suit to address the network. It might be odd, since she wasn't presently in danger, but she still had a good reason for it. Also, keep in mind that her voice is an oddly distorted mixtures of her normal voice and a deeper, gruffer voice.]

Good evening, Tranquility. Or is it day? Heeheehee? Who knows, in space.

Well now, despite getting mixed up in the hallways, the latest adventure was a little fun, don't you think~?

[She gives an exaggerated, playful shrug. Yes, she's being dead serious here.]

But that's not why I'm making my message -- hahaha -- judging from the reactions of others I've run into, I'm assuming about half of you are loading up your guns in preparation to slay me. So as a common courtesy, let me get one thing straight: I am not one of the monsters running around here! So quit shooting at me!

[After three times of being shot at or almost being shot at, LB was getting really sick of having her life threatened for no good reason. Dammit, Zer0, Mordecai, and Lilith, what was wrong with you guys?!

She then points to the camera with a metal tipped finger, continuing.]

So if you still feel like shooting me, I'm going to shoot right back? Or maybe I'll put a tentacle through your stomach -- heheheh -- depends on my mood. So don't fuck with me, got it?

[Right, right. This was all starting to deviate from informative to more threatening than she intended to. Raising her hand to one of her straps, she rubs at it as she reels back.]

Uh, anyway, nice talking to you all.

[OOC: She'll be out of her suit and speaking with her regular voice by the time people start replying. She just wanted to play show and tell, okay.]

28 February 2013 @ 08:03 pm
Well wasn't that a fine little vacation. I'm just glad I made it out before the jump. Saw a few of you guys in there, but did anyone else run into that weird lab room?

An' does anyone know if anyone's still missing?
12 February 2013 @ 12:54 pm
[Yeah yeah it's this guy looking - what else - grumpy. Though this time he takes a moment to light his cigarette before reaching forward and speaking.]

Read that.

[And suddenly there's a ping with the oh-so-creatively named file gardens.txt on the screen. No other explanation is provided; he's pretty sure it's straightforward enough. No stupid shit, they deliver, and they're always taking applications. That business taken care of he gets to the point.]

Rest of Agriculture - wanna have a meeting in a few days. Three days from now, 15:00, tell me if ya can't be there.

[A second to smoke. Puff puff.]

The people I talked to couple jumps ago - first batch is cured an' ready, if you payed for it.

[Batch meaning tobacco, but he doesn't explain that either. The cigarette hanging from his mouth probably makes it obvious.]


[[ooc info about the Gardens is right over here for the curious. and to the department - totally going to handwave that meeting if that's cool]]
25 January 2013 @ 12:42 am
[There's no visual, but if one listens closely they might be able to hear the sound of running water in the background. Sounds a lot like the streams in the jungle area of the oxygen garden, where someone has been camped out these past few weeks.

[Rey is remiss to this already. The sound of her silence and the audio click makes that more than obvious. Eventually, though, she comes back:]

"Am not very good with these things. With talking. Been here for awhile. Would think it'd be easier by now, since so much time has past. Bottom line is, have changed quite a bit since fourteen jumps ago. Woke up not even knowing my own name. Didn't understand much of anything. But some things are still difficult.

"Can understand that we have an abundance of deeper concerns, can't get some things out of my head lately."

[She pauses, because damn. Where was she going with this again?]

"...Kissing. Been remembering this. Don't know why. Am missing someone, perhaps."

[This whole thing is stupid, isn't it?]

"Apologies, this is a rather pointless topic, in retrospect."
11 January 2013 @ 10:23 pm

I'm one of the gals who came on board last jump, name's Eileen. I was wondering who to talk to about doing some work down in the Oxygen Gardens. I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty and it'd be great to have something productive to do - so I'd appreciate hearing from the usual working crew.

For everyone else, I heard the bar's got some tunes. It'd be pretty nice if I could find a dancing partner. Partner dancing or just someone to dance around with. No pressure, I'm not a professional or anything. Both men and women may apply, haha.


09 January 2013 @ 09:56 pm
[The room Taylor's sat in is dark, unidentifiable from the wall behind her, but soft, blue-tinged light from another source washes over her face intermittently. It highlights how drawn she looks, pale, tired. She's a mess, really. Even by Tranquility standards.]

It's January, right? Been counting on the jumps since I got here. [She isn't slurring as she speaks, but the lack of focus in her expression and sluggishness to her movements makes it clear she's inebriated to anyone who knows what to look for.] Guess it doesn't matter though. Just start calling them by numbers. I was meant to turn twenty in December. Be an instructor back at the Academy. [She frowns for a moment, taking a drink out of an unlabelled bottle.] Or maybe they'd have terminated me.

[Another pause, and she shifts off to the side for a moment, putting the bottle down. When she comes back into view she’s holding something else – a mask. Her mask, an mongrel canine face, beaten, bruised and bloody. She holds it up, hanging off the fingers of one hand.]

Turns out these show you ghosts. Hallucinations. Whatever. If that isn't fucked up enough to get you thinking don't touch them, you're a fucking idiot. [Very evidently angry, suddenly, half a snarl on her mouth. She looks at the mask again, then drops it to one side.] Didn't want to see my old man the little he was around, sure as fuck didn't want to see him here. Thing I've been thinking, though - what do you see, you wear someone else's?

[She doesn't hold the second mask up for the camera, but it's there in her hands, looks like a modern military gas mask. She's quiet for a long while, like she maybe forgot she even had the comms running, all of the anger and energy drained out of her again.]

Tommy's gone. Gone last jump. Told him he would, cause everyone goes. [A thin smile, strained, sad, and then gone again.] Guess I didn't wanna be right.